I feel your wet shifting sand ~ Taste your sweet salty air ~ And I am renewed again...With the joy of living. ~D. Morgan
Breathe deep and smell the invigorating salty air. Listen to the waves crashing like thunder and spraying your face with a fine mist, then listen in the quiet as they retreat into the sea. Dig your toes into the warm sand, finding the cool dampness underneath. Reach down and pick up the shell, dust the sand away and hold it to your ear, hear the sound of the distant ocean. Look up and watch the wingspan of the crying seagulls as they dance in the sunlit sky.
From T. S. Eliot's "The sea has many voices" to Ralph Waldo Emerson's "I wiped away the weeds and foam, I fetched my sea-born treasures home" and to Robert Louis Stevenson's "And what is the sea? asked Will. "The sea!" cried the miller. "Lord help us all, it is the greatest thing God made." -- all show the love of the sea by poets gone by.
My brother-in-law loved the ocean. Each year Ray would take Melodie to Cape May where they would stay in a bed and breakfast, walk the beach, pick up shells and watch the sun rise. Last year Melodie wanted to go back to the place they loved so much. I was able to go with her and it was a week full of old memories, honoring the romantic man Ray was, and making a few new memories of our own.
I had forgotten the charm of the ocean. In Longfellow's "The Sound of Sea" he says,
My soul is full of longing
For the secret of the sea,
And the heart of the great ocean
Sends a thrilling pulse through me.
It reminds me of Psalm 104,
God, how great you are! You stretched out the starry curtain of the heavens, and hollowed out the surface of the earth to form the sea. Can you picture the hand of God hollowing out the sea? The thunderous waves? God made them. The sands? God made every grain. The sea gulls and sand pipers? Yes, God made them.
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| Photo by Ray Satterfield |
Really, when you stop to think about it, the vastness of God's power is overwhelming. Because as God's hand was hollowing out the sea, He was making a small oyster that would produce a pearl. Some believe that pearls are tears of the gods. Others say they are dewdrops filled with moonlight that fall into the ocean and are swallowed by oysters. We know the truth, God created them. And when God surveyed His handiwork He said, "This is good."
The thought that God made the vast ocean and seas, yet planned the pearl causes a wave of joy. He's a God of tiny details. Yes, He can heal a man with leprosy and yet help me find my car keys. How great He is! My God can make the sun to stand still and yet hear the prayers of my grandson praying for little Jon Budensiek, a boy he's never met. How great He is! God can open the doors of a prison and yet cares about my daughter's math test. As Ray Price puts it, "He's big enough to rule the mighty universe, yet small enough to live within my heart."
This God, this great God, is
my God. He shelters me with the crashing waves of the sea -- and with the knowledge of His greatness. With the Psalmist I say,
Let the heavens be glad, and let the earth rejoice! Let the sea and everything in it shout his praise! Let
us shout His praise.
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Shell Crafts
The
Shore Girl has ideas for sea themed cards. Once you are at her blog, do a search for "sea" and you find some other ideas, too.
The Graphics Fairy has some neat printables you can use for cards. Again, do a search for more.
Melissa and Doug have a whole line of
sand toys. Not going to the sea? Use them in the sandbox.
